Half a century in days, there's no sage who'd have known
that we'd plot out the stars, and then carve them in stone.
Ebb and flow through the crevices, funnel down glass
slipping silently - clouds, past the earth to the grass -
count the seconds, time flies as we run to the door
dare we walk through to f…
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Gold and Ash
Penned on March 4, 2011 at 18:57
Dream Catcher
Penned on January 28, 2011 at 21:35
Suspended in motion, you’ve fallen like a star
And caught in a dream-catcher’s net;
And somewhere between what is real and what’s not
In this river of dreams I am wet.
Swim through the souls of the living
And find what exists -
What is yours what is mine;
Till I stop at your door and I knock,
And I w…
Pillar
Penned on October 13, 2010 at 14:11
They saw me, they know
all the questions I fear;
by this pillar I’ll hide – just a while disappear.
In this moment with you
in this moment alone;
while we pour out our hearts – by my pillar of stone.
Let’s escape, run away
both of us, just us two;
as my pillar still stands – let it hide someone ne…
Trains And Platforms
Penned on September 3, 2010 at 11:18
Throw me a bone, let me catch it - it's mine, but you threw, it's yours, please don't take it –
oh no, don't you see that you crave it?
Hands wave through the window, smoke swells as it blends -
disappears to the skies in the midst of goodbyes, shattered tear drops in eyes,
'will I see you again?'…
The Jew
Penned on July 20, 2010 at 12:46
The tree was planted firmly
And accompanied by two;
The three all hung together
In the middle was the Jew.
All had a crime committed
But none of them the same;
One had robbed, another killed,
Another said his name.
They had a common father,
Two would soon return;
One would then come back again,
For the other d…
Widow
Penned on May 21, 2010 at 14:36
Lie upon lie, like a widow to a
fly;
My need for the truth, I tried to deny.
For somewhere in my mind
I know now for real;
At some point in my life -
My heart you did steal.
But returned it in pieces, and who would've known
That those fragments I've nurtured
Have since turned to stone;
So with feel…
Drug
Penned on May 19, 2010 at 20:52
All I have is now,
now is where it ends;
an end to sum it all,
what started first as friends.
But soon grew into love,
a love that fell too fast;
an outline of who we were,
now hidden in the past.
I read this poem everytime, and I can't help but realise how true it actually is. Sometimes I wish there rea…
Retard
Penned on May 15, 2010 at 20:43
She does not have a leg,
He cannot hold his fork;
She’s bald
He cannot see beyond his nose.
He cannot walk a step,
She cannot work a stove;
He’s scared
She cannot hold him in his hands.
I don't really know why ... honest. But I love this one. I remember writing this in college - words just flowing…
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